Will It Be Enough? Poem by Raven Syke

Submit to me
Your darkest dreams
When the world you knew
Did not exist.

Crawling over
Graves of cold stone
Left buried there
Are memories missed.

Sick with spite
The need to fight
Come drag me kicking
And raise a fist

Teeth bared
And shadows scared
Of what I have
Drunk in mist

Make sense the words
Of flight in birds?
Sky of thunder
And lips to kiss.

Small trouble
Left in rubble
Condemned to be
A liquor-wish twist